人是有感情的，动物也是。 最近，我看了一本动物小说，叫做《野性的呼唤》。 古代的主人是一只名叫巴克的狗。 它聪明、忠诚、忠诚，面对困难不屈不挠，吃苦耐劳，对工作忠心耿耿。 它在雪地上受尽折磨，然后遇到了新的主人，终于摆脱了世俗的束缚，回到了荒野。
小说中的主人公巴克让我感触颇深。 我有三种感觉。
第一种感觉：巴克不屈不挠的精神。 巴克面对困难永不退缩的精神值得我们学习，因为我通常遇到困难就退缩。 小时候，幼儿园老师让我们跳舞。 我觉得跳舞肯定很累，所以没有参加。 巴克在冰天雪地的极地奔跑，比起这支舞蹈要辛苦得多，但他从未放弃。 我很惭愧，决定以后不管遇到什么困难，我都不会轻易放弃。
第二感：巴克的吃苦耐劳的精神，巴克那种不抱怨痛苦不抱怨，永远努力的精神，也值得我学习。 因为在学校，每个人都要值班，我总是抱怨，说起又脏又臭的垃圾，一天要去好几次，饭又累又重，手总是油腻腻的。 但是巴克，即使在他又饿又热的时候，在他受伤的时候仍然努力工作，日以继夜地奔波。 我又脸红了，心里在想，和巴克比我硬一点有什么用？
第三感：巴克的忠诚。 巴克被主人救出后，悉心照料，与主人的关系也很亲密。 一旦他的主人落入洪流，巴克就会不顾自己的第一时间去找他的主人，受了重伤的他也不关心自己，他只关心他的主人。 当师父被凶猛的伊哈野人杀死时，巴克二话不说杀死伊哈野人为师父报仇，但他仍然悲痛欲绝。 这件事让我明白了一个深刻的道理。 如果你和一个朋友真的是好朋友，就应该互相信任，互相理解，互相沟通，互相忠诚。 在我们班，同学之间、朋友之间都缺乏这种忠诚。 我觉得在其他同学背后议论他，在朋友和同学之间是非常不恰当的行为。
With the life half throttled out of him, Buck attempted toface his tormentors.But he was thrown down and chokedrepeatedly, till they succeeded in filing the heavy brass collarfrom off his neck.Then the rope was removed, and he wasflung into a cagelike crate.There he lay for the remainder of the weary night
nursinghis wrath and wounded pride.He could not understandwhat it all meant.What did they want with him, thesestrange men？ Why were they keeping him pent up in thisnarrow crate？ He did not know why, but he felt oppressedby the vague sense of impending calamity.Several timesduring the night he sprang to his feet when the shed doorrattled open, expecting to see the Judge or the boys at least.But each time it was the bulging face of the saloon-keeperthat peered in at him by the sickly light of a tallow candle.And each time the joyful bark that trembled in Buck's throatwas twisted into a savage growl.But the saloon-keeper let him alone, and in the morningfour men entered and picked up the crate.More tormentors,Buck decided, for they were evil-looking creatures, raggedand unkempt;and he stormed and raged at them throughthe bars.They only laughed and poked sticks at him, whichhe promptly assailed with his teeth till he realized that thatwas what they wanted.Whereupon he lay down sullenlyand allowed the crate to be lifted into a wagon.Then he,and the crate in which he was imprisoned, began a
passagethrough many hands.Clerks in the express office took chargeof him;he was carted about in another wagon;a truckcarried him, with an assortment of boxes and parcels.San Diego.Because men, groping in the Arctic darkness,had found a yellow metal, and because
steamship andtransportation companies were booming the find, thousandsof men were rushing into the Northland.These men wanteddogs, and the dogs they wanted were heavy dogs, withstrong muscles by which to toil, and furry coats to protectthem from the frost.Buck lived at a big house in the sun-kissed Santa ClaraValley.Judge Miller's place, it was called.It stood backfrom the road, halfhidden among the trees, through whichglimpses could be caught of the wide cool veranda that ranaround its four sides.The house was approached by gravelleddriveways which wound about through wide-spreadinglawns and under the interlacing boughs of tall poplars.Atthe rear things were on even a more spacious scale than atthe front.There were great stables, where a dozen grooms and boys held forth, rows of vine-clad
servants cottages, anendless and orderly array of outhouses, long grape arborsgreen pastures, orchards, and berry patches.Then there wasthe pumping plant for the artesian well, and the big cementtank where Judge Miller's boys took their morning plungeand kept cool in the hot afternoon.And over this great demense Buck ruled.Here he was born,and here he had lived the four years of his life.It was true,there were other dogs.There could not but be other dogs onso vast a place, but they did
not count.They came and went,resided in the populous kennels, or lived obscurely in therecesses of the house after the fashion of Toots, the Japanesepug, or Ysabel the Mexican hairless——strange
creaturesthat rarely put nose out of doors or set foot to ground.Onthe other hand, there were the fox terriers, a score of themat least, who yelped fearful promises at Toots and Ysabellooking out of the
windows at them and protected by alegion of housemaids armed with brooms and mops.But Buck was neither house-dog nor kennel dog.Thewhole realm was his.He plunged into the swimming tankor went hunting with the Judge's sons he escorted Mollieand Alice, the Judge's daughters, on long twilight or earlymorning rambles on wintry nights he lay at the Judge'sfeet before the roaring library fire he carried the Judge'sgrandsons on his back, or rolled them in the grass, andguarded their footsteps through wild adventures down tothe fountain in the stable yard, and even beyond where thepaddocks were, and the berry patches.Among the terriershe stalked imperiously, and Toots and Ysabel he utterlyignored, for he was king——king over all creeping.·收起全部<<
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